Rithevan heard the door close at the end of the small corridor, well before he noticed the approaching foot-steps made on the dirt floor that stopped in front of  his cell.  In that time, he took the risk of creating a whirlwind out of his breath, and held it swirling in place behind him as he stood to face the door.  The large plank was raised and the door moved a crack.  His preparation was well-timed.  Rithevan sent the wind into a forceful gust behind him as he crashed into the door with a blast of air that knocked it into Danibee.

     Rithevan got up and stood over Danibee's unconscious body.  He knelt down and proceeded to tie his hands with the rope he found held in Danibee's hand.  Just as he was finished, a loud crash sounded outside followed by many shouts.  Rithevan suddenly felt dizzy.

     “What are you doing?!”  Danibee cried.

     “Do not worry about me Dani.  You will not have to take care of me anymore.”  Rithevan spoke in between grunts as he tied Danibee's feet together.

     “What was that noise?!”

     “I do not know exactly but I think I may know who made it.”

     Danibee tried kicking to free himself but to no avail.  Rithevan squeezed his legs together and finished off the knot as tight as he could pull.  Danibee lay panting in his frustration and anger as Rithevan rose and headed for the door.

     “You just can’t leave me here!”

     Rithevan stopped to open the door but turned back and was about to say something in retort when everything around him suddenly turned dark and he collapsed in a lame heap on the floor.
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Order Of The White Flame